Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

on its edge, bounced three inches into the air, and rolled against the leg of the mahogany table. Not a single drop of water escaped the cap.

Wayne walked over, picked up the jug, and set it back on the mahogany table. The circular dent had compressed slightly, then popped back into its original shape.

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